About

Some statistic somewhere says that men think about sex once every 10 seconds (or something like that), but I think that is bunk. Unless you are averaging out the amount of times the thought pops into their heads from the time they are able to understand what sex is until the time they die, then there is no way that is true. Think about it – teenagers have no idea what it is, so they think about it nonstop. They are told how it works, what their role is and how babies are a result and (for the most part) none of them actually ever do it. So they sit around looking at the Playboys their friend stole from his dad, or the Victoria’s Secret catalogue that never made it to their mom, and they wonder about it.

Then at an older age you think about how you wish you still could.

I think that men think about too many damn things every ten seconds and that sex is just the whopper that gets counted. Think about it. In the few minutes I have spent writing this, I have thought about sports, religion, the Family Guy (I have action figures!) and reports. Sex never came into the picture – except for when I was writing it.

See, my brain likes to act weirdly sometimes. I joke that it is A.D.D., but in truth I think that it is more of a case of: “I get bored easily.” There is never a day that goes by where I say to myself: “Hey, self! You did a great job of focusing on that one thing!”

A few things that really help me “ground” myself are: acting, writing and reading.

Acting because I get to build something and then be that something – something different then me where the only judgment you get is about the believability of what you built, not the fact that you built it. Acting lets out good energy, allowing you to (hopefully) entertain a group of people for a time. That’s all I have ever wanted to do: entertain people.

Writing does something for me that nothing else does: it helps me to get out the jumbled mess in my skull. I am able to take what I want to say and craft it in such a way that I want – not worrying that I might say something dumb in the heat of the moment. Writing helps me release the pressure and the tension that build up in my psyche. And here come the entertaining people thing again.

Reading is just something that decompresses me. I get into stories, fall in love with characters and try to guess the plot (which is why the wife and I can’t read books at the same time) – much like I would any other form of media. It helps me begin to focus for my day at work and decompress after. Reading really helps me calm down.

And that is me. That is who I am. This is my blog.

Please take a look around, read some of my craziness and please comment on what you see. The only way a person can get better is if they have some feedback.

At some point I will start putting up polls about what to write. My ultimate goal would be to write a book with the help of readers, where the voters could choose character traits and plot lines.

Enjoy!